There’s a bigger me
A poem
Published in
May 13, 2023
Howling at stone light, there’s a bigger me
out there, in the form of a histrionic wolf.
There’s me in me, and that’s enough said
but there’s a smaller me, eating my offspring
right out of the womb.
There’s a house for me where I’ll have tea
and an orchard of words carrying you, you, you, you.
There’s a me floating in the sky, the way some birds
can materialise.
There’s a me under the ocean, discovering mountains;
transparent being and a beam of light
shining a coin-shaped halo.
